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She did not reply. She did not delete it. She simply let the water cool around her until the fifteen minutes ended, then pulled the plug, dried off, and put the grey dress back on.

Downstairs, her mother was reading a tablet at the kitchen island, a half-eaten grapefruit sweating on a saucer. She glanced up as Freya poured herself orange juice. freeuse freya parker

“You’re Freeuse Freya,” he said. Not a question. She did not reply

Freya sat down on the bench. The ducks had not noticed anything at all. then pulled the plug